Tag: inspire

  Seeing the world through broken fence boards, getting only pieces of the picture. Trying to build structure in this world through imagination and conjecture. Feeling the touch of mountain air through layers of synthetic fabrics. Might have been there, but experienced none of the true benefits. Cut off, insulated from our lives. Feeling out … Continue reading Double Slit Experiment →

  Sing while you can. While your voice still holds and the wine still grips you. Dance while we can. Before our legs grow weak and we trip and stumble. These bones are on loan from the dirt, and one day they must return. But if I could hear you sing me out the door … Continue reading Song & Dance →

   Little white hare, sitting in the brush. Perfectly aware life is never just. Nibble on the shoots, and run when you must. You look just like the snow came alive in a rush. Little white hare, you take in the air. Ears hear everything, here and everywhere. They say that you can run from … Continue reading Little White Hare →

  Is that you, watching me? Just a hint of your eyes caught me for a second, and held me like I was a child again. Must be a dream. You never were one for comforting when I was hurt. In a moment you asked me if I was going to be okay. I think … Continue reading Dreaming From the Backseat →

   It doesn’t matter anymore. Potential is a smashed glass on a tile floor. A vaulted ceiling haunted by the dead expectations of a cheap hawker, pickpocket of dreams, a real grim reaper. That smart-assed morning laughs its heart out. Watches a liar pour another cup of coffee and pretend like today’s the day some … Continue reading 02.04.23 →

   Follow the crowd outside. Hear them scream for their portion. Watch every single hammer fall, as inertia meets the swelling ocean. A volcano about to blow, half the size of Yellowstone. A holocaust of light and sound. Apostates pass the torch around. A hidden hand of wanton sin brings another plague upon us. A … Continue reading Saviors →

   Throwing rocks out into the water. Watching them splash down and the ripples radiate out. We were silent, barely even there. Just trying to get away without feeling. Times like these are hard. You, and your father’s funeral. He never wanted a big affair, but so many people came. You were young and I … Continue reading Throwing Rocks →

   Tell me one of your beautiful stories. Sing me one of your wonderful songs. I have been left here with nothing but sorrow. I have been left weak in the land of the strong. Show me the breadth and the depth of creation. Show me the valleys and show me the sky. I want … Continue reading Oral History →

  Same old day after day. Happy thoughts and pixie dust. Existence in this fishbowl world complete. Take to the sky each morning. Fight, fly, and crow. Slip amongst the ships by night, and take a few throats. Love. An untouchable thing. An entire life trapped in stasis. A construct of a dream that in … Continue reading Trapped in Neverland →

  Trying to read the message written in the mists of time. Try to scry the direction of my life. Close my eyes and it feels like I’m so alive. Open them and I am trapped back here inside. Shouldn’t it be the other way? Shouldn’t I see light in the day? Shouldn’t I find … Continue reading Life in Negative →

  Dead lights glow in the morning fog. The Sun yet set to wake, but I am unable to sleep in your presence. Coffee brews, and the mind struggles to slip a loop on what today might bring. Out there is infinity. In here, you are eternity. I struggle between two opposing polarities, each drawing … Continue reading You and everything Else →

  Close the curtains. Close the door. Lock the windows and unplug the phone. Breathe the last breath of an empty space. Smile a prayer and then be gone. Locked-up box of life’s remains will stay waiting for a while. The wind will blow and rain will fall. The ghosts of time will stay here … Continue reading Locked-up Box →

  I don’t hate you anymore. Not sure I ever did. Oh, I know that there were moments that I wished I’d had the strength to shut you out, put you down, and make you listen. But hate? No. Never been a factor. Hatred is nothing. It is uncreation, and I’ve had enough of nothing … Continue reading Nothing →

  Sounds of a busy café morning. Came this way just to escape. A table in the corner. Coffee, and something light for breakfast. Eyes down on your phone, but they take in everything. Watching the room, to see if anyone is watching you. So painstakingly prepared, the perfect picture of beauty. Disheveled, like you … Continue reading Change for Coffee →

  Can`t explain the plait that wove me into you. Never together, at least, not in this world. I obsess over your subtle imperfections, like a sculptor pining for his chisels. Fate is a tempting dream, one that does not seek any of our permissions. It’s funny, the way the lines get drawn. Connections made, … Continue reading Connections →

   Coming inside from a cold, hard day out there again. We live it through a window, a screen or a story told. You step back in and we don’t even know how long you’ve been gone. You’re dirty and tired, singing your broken boy song. They all gather around to hear what you have … Continue reading Broken Boy Songs →

  Dawn comes and the silver light of our companion Moon abandons us for the blaze of her cousin, Sun. We had bathed in starlight only sweet hours ago, now torn to pieces by the glare from an empty sky. We try to hide amongst the mirrored walls of city landscapes. We tunnel deep under … Continue reading The North Slope →

   My hands work away. A willful slave to what I create. I step back at the end of the day to see what I have made. It is a love letter. I wake, long before the day. Clean my body, wash off the decay. And when I look in the mirror the face that … Continue reading Love Letters →

  Thought it would be different. The closest we would ever be to gliding in the silent twilight on a sea of dreams. Took the time to ask the questions and read the answers in the leaves. Listen to the wind’s soft whisper, telling us how we would be. Yet, here we are, only just … Continue reading Born on The Downside →

  These thin lines come alive. One at a time, they get inside. Roots growing from a seed caught on the breeze. A revelation that brings us to our knees. Knowledge propagating in the green. Even in deep winter sleep we find we seek.     DJR - 2023